My last day of 2011 is off to a slow start. I’ve been drinking coffee and writing while I wait for Mike to wake up, but if he takes much longer, I’m going to venture into the city alone.

I have to pick up my jeans from the tailor, drop off some beer for my friend Dave at Good Beer, say Happy New Year to the awesome staffs at Irving Farm and MUD, and then enjoy an unseasonably warm afternoon before squeezing myself into Ninth Ward to ring in the New Year with some folks who have helped make my first year in the city just an unbelievable experience.

I think my Mom said it best, or at least most recently, that New York suits me, and that she’s so glad to see me doing so well. As the year comes to a close, I realize that she’s right. New York City does suit me in quite the bespoke fashion. I can’t wait to see where it goes from here.